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The sun says nothing
About my demise,
I fall to the floor.
Sparks from your stare,
Cascade into mind,
The start of a war.
Monday morning,
Hungover, red eyes
Hide it all the way.
We walk through a crowd of strangers,
Two minutes from your door,
You've lived there all your life.
About my demise,
I fall to the floor.
Sparks from your stare,
Cascade into mind,
The start of a war.
Monday morning,
Hungover, red eyes
Hide it all the way.
We walk through a crowd of strangers,
Two minutes from your door,
You've lived there all your life.
Every conversation within you,
Starts a celebration in me,
Till I've got nothing left,
I've got nothing left.
Out of it you'll handle it for everyone.
Took a poison dart through my heart and then I'm gone.
Out of it you'll handle it for everyone.
Took a poison dart through my heart and then I'm gone.
Every conversation within you,
Starts a celebration in me,
Till I've got nothing left,
I've got nothing left.
These floorboards are creaking,
Starts a celebration in me,
Till I've got nothing left,
I've got nothing left.
Out of it you'll handle it for everyone.
Took a poison dart through my heart and then I'm gone.
Out of it you'll handle it for everyone.
Took a poison dart through my heart and then I'm gone.
Every conversation within you,
Starts a celebration in me,
Till I've got nothing left,
I've got nothing left.
These floorboards are creaking,
My body is old,
The sun casts a shadow,
A gust that cuts through your bones,
Your body and soul.
These floorboards are creaking,
My body is old,
The sun casts a shadow,
A gust that cuts through your bones,
Your body and soul.
Every conversation within you,
It starts a celebration in me,
Till I've got nothing left,
I've got nothing left.
I've got nothing left.
I've got nothing left.
The sun casts a shadow,
A gust that cuts through your bones,
Your body and soul.
These floorboards are creaking,
My body is old,
The sun casts a shadow,
A gust that cuts through your bones,
Your body and soul.
Every conversation within you,
It starts a celebration in me,
Till I've got nothing left,
I've got nothing left.
I've got nothing left.
I've got nothing left.
No, I've got nothing left.
I've got nothing left.
I've got nothing left.
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